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"
Uh
huh
.
Share
.
"
She
raised
her
glass
in
silent
toast
.
She
had
very
wide
-
apart
gray
eyes
,
the
only
innocent
things
in
a
corrupt
face
,
as
if
circumstances
,
not
nature
,
had
forced
her
to
be
hard
.
To
fend
for
herself
,
yet
to
seem
to
need
defending
.
And
her
voice
,
only
very
slightly
Australian
,
yet
not
English
,
veered
between
harshness
,
faint
nasal
rancidity
,
and
a
strange
salty
directness
.
She
was
bizarre
,
a
kind
of
human
oxymoron
.
"
Are
you
alone
?
At
the
party
?
"
"
Yes
.
"
"
Would
you
keep
with
me
this
evening
?
"
"
Of
course
.
"
"
Come
back
in
about
twenty
minutes
?
"
"
I
’
ll
wait
.
"
"
I
’
d
rather
you
came
back
.
"
We
exchanged
wary
smiles
.
I
went
back
to
the
party
.
